Closet Fetishist's Stories

I slumped away from my ex-date 's door and headed outside from her apartment building; the brisk air taking my breath away for just a moment. As I got in my car, I planned the rest of my evening which consisted of nothing more than masturbating and going to bed.

Sunday: I didn 't wake up until 1:00 and when I did, I had an unusual hankering for Starbucks. I threw on a shirt and some jeans and headed out the door; I 'd walk there today.

"Yeah, Venti Mocha Frappuccino."

"Okay. That 'll be, $6.89."

I mumbled something negative about the price as I pulled out my wallet and handed over a ten dollar bill.

"Here 's your change."

I snatched the money away from the cashier and grabbed a seat. The place was nearly packed but I managed to get a nice seat near the pick-up point so I could get my drink and leave quickly. I hated those people who just 'hung around ' there like it was cool or some shit.

As I sat there, staring off into space I noticed a very beautiful woman come in. She wore long gray pants with high heels and a low-cut professional-looking blouse. She was gorgeous; I was instantly captivated by her as she walked, confidently, to the counter. I took care not to stare at her, however, this became difficult when she was soon standing right at my table, no doubt waiting for her drink. She turned and looked at me and my eyes went wide a bit, as if I had been caught, even though I really wasn 't doing anything.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" she asked, pointing to the empty chair across from me.

"Wha...ye...yeah...sure," I managed to stutter out.

"Thanks, I 've been on my feet all day," she explained as she took a seat, showing me her well formed cleavage as she bent forward to sit.

"Oh? At work?"

"Yeah."

"Where do you work?

"Wells Fargo, just down the street."

"Ah, I bank at CitiBank," I said, stupidly. I almost literally kicked myself after that one.

"I see," she replied, smiling at me. "So what do you do?"

"Me? I...uh...I 'm a writer."

"Really? What have you written?"

I had to maintain my composure on this one; I couldn 't very well tell her I wrote adult fiction stories, or could I? Maybe but, now wasn 't the time to test that out. I decided to stay vague.

"Um...well, I really haven 't written anything too high profile, just a few minor novels, they do okay at the bookstores." Super smooth, I thought to myself.

"Hm...," she replied. I could tell she wanted to get deeper into it but she didn 't pursue the issue.

"So, are you on break or something?"

"No, I actually just got off, that 's the good part about working the morning shift; you get off with much of the afternoon still ahead of you."

"That does sound worthwhile."

"I tend to think so."

We sat in silence for a few seconds, both of us thinking of what to say next. "So do you have specific hours or anything?" she asked.

"No, not really...deadlines; I got those but no real specific hours that I have to work."

"That must be nice."

"Yeah, it 's alright. A little lonely sometimes but, I got used to it. Been thinking about getting a dog, just some one to interact with a bit."

"Sounds awful," she said, recoiling a bit. I obviously came on too strong as a sad sack.

"Eh, it 's okay. I 'm not that hard up."

She smiled nervously. I was afraid I blew everything so I decided to just sit in silence for a bit. The awkwardness was only broken by the occasional yell of names from the Starbucks employees when people 's drinks were ready.

"Greg, Venti Mocha Frappuccino!"

"That 's me," I said to the woman at my table, as I got up to grab my drink. I returned to the table.

"So, your name is Greg?"

"Yeah, what 's yours?"

"Kim, Venti Double Half-Caf!"

"That 's me."

"Kim, huh?" I asked her as she got up and got her drink.

"Yeah."

"That 's a pretty name."

"Well thank you, I 've always liked it."

"So you getting out of here?"

"Yeah, you wanna walk with me?"

"Sure, I 'd be honored."

Together, we walked out of Starbucks and down the street continuing our small talk along the way. Eventually, we were standing outside my apartment. I didn 't want her to leave, and she didn 't seem too eager to leave anyways so we just kept talking.

"So this is your apartment building?"

"Yeah."

"It 's nice," she said, nodding.

"Yeah, it 's alright."

"So, uh..."

Before I could say more, Kim lost her footing and dove into me, her coffee drink spilling all over me.

"Oh man," she said, wiping it up with the napkin she had with her, "I 'm so sorry!"

"Nah, nah, don 't worry about it, this shirt has seen better days anyways. You 've given it some character," I said, smiling.

She laughed, "I am really sorry about that."

"Psh, don 't think another thing of it."

"So what were you gonna say before I became Ms. Clumsy all over you?"

"Oh...no, I was just gonna ask you if you wanted to come up for a bit, see my apartment."

"I don 't know..."

I just looked at her and shrugged.

"You know what, sure, I 'd love to."

"Great, follow me."

"Wow, this is really nice," she said as we walked in.

"You think so?"

"Oh, yeah, I really do."

"Well, thanks. Hey, just make yourself comfortable for a minute while I get changed," I said as I headed into the bedroom.

"Okay, and again, I 'm really sorry about that."

"Don 't worry one more second about it, it was just an accident."

As I changed my shirt, a terrible thought crept into my mind; I left a lot of my notes and stuff about on my desk, if she got into them she 'd probably think I was some kind of sexual freak or something. I quickly threw on a shirt and dashed into the main room. I didn 't see her at first, until I heard the fridge door shut.

"Sorry, I hope it 's alright, I just wanted some water."

"Oh...yeah...sure."

"Thanks, Starbucks is good but it tends to make me thirsty."

"Yeah, now that you mention it, my chest is pretty thirsty."

She turned and looked at me, giving me a half-angry, half-smiling look.

"So you live here alone?" she asked me, taking a seat on my couch. I joined her.

"Yup, all by my lonesome."

A silence filled the small apartment for a few moments.

"You like music?" I asked her.

"Yeah, I love music."

"Here, let me play you one of my favorites."

I went over to the computer and put on Moment in Love by The Art of Noise.

"You like The Art of Noise?"

"Yeah, they are one of my favorites."

"Mine too," she said, enthusiastically.

"I just love all kinds of smooth jazz songs,"

"Oh me too, just so relaxing and wonderful to listen to aren 't they?"

"Yeah, they really are," I said, taking a place on the couch again.

Silence again as we both searched for what else we could talk about.

"So do you have any of your writing work here? Because I 'd love to look at some of it."

"Oh, well...I don 't really have any of the books here."

She looked at me cockeyed, "Come on, I don 't know a single writer who doesn 't have their published books. What are you trying to hide? Are you embarrassed?"

"I wouldn 't necessarily agree with the term but essentially, yeah, that 's it." I paused, gauging her response. "Are you upset?"

"Well I can 't say I 'm jumping for joy but hey, I enjoy the occasional dirty story as much as the next girl."

I smiled nervously.

"So can I read one?"

"Uh...well, yeah, I guess so," I said, as I got up from the couch and went to the bookshelf. I grabbed one of my favorite stories off the shelf and handed it to her. "You may find some objectionable stuff in there; I hope you understand I don 't necessarily agree with it, it 's just for the narrative sake."

"Thanks for the disclaimer," she said, smiling.

I watched her scan the pages, her face turning from happy to confused to perhaps a little disgusted at times.

"Well, it 's interesting to be sure."

"Yeah?"

"Do you really picture women as these evil bitches who just go around beating up men for no real reason?"

"No, like I said, it 's just the story, a lot of people like that thing?"

"Like you?"

The question came so bluntly and so quickly that I was caught off guard. I didn 't know what to say, I just froze.

She looked at me standing there, obviously searching for words, and she smiled. "Lay on the couch," she said, forcefully.

"What?" I asked.

"You heard me, lay on the couch!" She commanded.

I quickly did as I was told.

"I think you need to be punished for your slandering of women."

"But I haven 't..."

"Shut up!" She yelled, cracking a smile for a second. It was so quick I had to ask myself if it was real or I had just imagined it. "You want a bitch?! You 're gonna get a bitch!"

I watched as she peeled off her gray work pants and stood there in her black thong.

"Now what does little Greggy like?" She asked as she flipped through the pages of the book. "A little slapping? Some ball squeezing? No, he 's probably the super pervert and wants me to sit on his face. Am I right?"

Surprisingly, she was spot on. I nodded in response to her question.

"I thought so, you pervert! Like a strong women sitting on your face, not letting you breathe until she feels like it?"

I nodded again.

"Well, good, because that is exactly what you 're gonna get."

I watched, in awe, as she ascended the couch and turned her back to me, presenting me with an incredible view of her perfect ass as she lifted her blouse slightly.

She turned around and saw me eyeing her ass, "You like my ass?"

"Yeah, I do."

"Good, your face and my butt are going to get very well acquainted."

She lowered her ass to my face and sat, forcefully.

"Ah yes, this is nice," she said as she sat harder, forcing my face farther up her butt.

Just as I imagined in my fantasies, it was difficult to breathe in between a woman 's cheeks. I slowed my breathing down and she seemed to enjoy that as she moaned softly.

I reached down to my pants but she slapped my hand away.

"No masturbating, not unless I say so, got it?"

I nodded my head under her and I placed my hands on her hips.

I don 't know what came over me during the next minute or so but I had an incredible urge to lick her ass. That was never an action I imagined doing but, in this position, it seemed almost required in a way. I stuck my tongue out and licked her once, very quickly.

She bounced up a bit, startled, before rising up off my face.

"What was that?" She asked, laughing a bit.

"I...uh...licked you. I 'm sorry" I said, nervously.

She laughed, "Don 't be, I just wasn 't sure what you were doing; I didn 't happen to see that in your book. Let me take off my panties so you can really get in there."

I watched in amazement as she slipped off her thong. She was surprisingly open to all this, presumably, freaky shit.

As her ass came down again she said, "There now, please feel free to tongue my asshole."